The choice is yours, she says.

Even though we both know I'm the one here who doesn't have a choice. Leave Xander, or watch my people die?

Where's the choice in that? Tamara has me cornered, and she knows it. She's smirking again, and I want nothing more than to claw that look off her face.

"Oh, and get rid of the bastard in your womb. I'm planning to kill the eyesore if it ever gets born, anyway. You can think of it as mercy," she adds smugly.

I freeze.

How could she say such a thing. My whole body immediately rebels against the very idea. How does she expect...